(Book 2 out of 2: Sequel to "White")
"What if their endings are not theirs to live?"
He is now the White Wolf.
She is known as the Angel of Death.
And, white is still tainted with darkness.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 || Must read the first book
𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 || A...
"I thought you'd be here sooner. Don't worry. I've decided I'm not going to kill you," Zemo spoke, looking at a memorial.
"Imagine my relief," Bucky stood two feet apart from him, holding a gun.
"The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation," he turned to Bucky. "I warned Sam, but he didn't listen to me. He's as stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you... They literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere, and there's only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission."
"I appreciate the advice. But we're gonna do it our own way," Bucky replied.
Zemo chuckled, "Yeah. I was afraid you would say that."
Bucky glared at him, clicking the gun before raising it to Zemo's head.
Zemo nodded at him to pull the trigger. And when Bucky did, no bullet came out.
He put down the gun, holding his fist up and letting go of the bullets to drop on the ground.
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The Dora Milaje surrounded Zemo, which he greeted, "Ladies."
"I took the liberty of crossing my name off in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do. Goodbye, James," Zemo departed with the Dora Milaje as Ayo stood beside Bucky.
"We will take him to the Raft. Where he will live out his days. It would be prudent to make yourself scarce in Wakanda for the time being, White Wolf," Ayo informed him.
"Fair enough," he said before calling her out again. "Hey! I may have another favor to ask of you."
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what you doing man? Where you goin'?" Eli, the grandchild of Isaiah stopped Sam.
"I'm going to see your grandfather," Sam told him.
"Alright, he in the back," Eli informed.
"Thanks," he said.
Sam took a deep breath of courage before he went inside.
"That what I think it is?" Isaiah saw the bag which carried the shield in Sam's hands.
When sam was about to unzip it, Isaiah stopped him, "Mm-mm, leave the cover. Those stars and stripes don't mean nothing good to me."
"I need to understand," Sam told him.
"You understand. Every black man does. Whether you wanna deny it or not--"
"Don't do that bitter old man thing with me," Sam cut him off.
"If you ain't bitter, you're blind," Isaiah retorted, continuing to fix his garden.
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